Another wave washes over,

engulfing me;

It’s power takes me by surprise,

overtaking my emotions.

Tears flow readily these days, it seems they’ll never stop.

Wash this sadness away.

Can one cry oneself out?

A salty tear leaks across my lip.

The taste reminds me of the ocean, the pounding surf I so enjoy.

These waves of grief ebb and flow.

Some days it’s high tide, other days low tide.

I walk the beach on the days I can.

But when I think I’m gaining ground,

more waves roll in.

“This too shall pass,” whispers my Comforter.

So I relax, taking deep breaths as Peace caresses me,

a mother holding her child.

Kathryne Leach, 6/19/2014

Categories: Grief

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Kathryne

Christian author and truth teller whose words make darkness tremble. Author of two non-fiction books at https://www.instagram.com/tattooedking_book/